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Moves Like Jagger, Kupo!
Join Date: Jul 2007
Location: To the south, a little to the left... Or to the right.
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> Be a troll doing something more interesting.
You are Zebrek again! > Aw, dammit! Oh, suck it up you big baby. ======> SGRUB has just finished installing. No more pretty lights. Awwwww. > Zebrek: Uninstall. Turns out uninstalling the game does the pretty lights too! > Zebrek: Install. Heeeheheeee. > Zebrek: Uninstall. Heeeheeeheeeheeheeee! > Zebrek: Install. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! > Zebrek: Get trolled by Leraje. Show Trollog ... Oh. Talking with Leraje is always weird. He's your good friend and all, but he's just strange. Still, you ended up telling someone about your romantic aspirations. You've been dying to get that off your chest. > Troll Glissa. You figure now's a good time to talk to Glissa about connecting. You proceed to have this conversation. ======> As you talk to Glissa, someone else trolls you! You wonder who it is. Quote:
> Get out already! You can't! Your cave's access tunnel to the outside is long and winding up and it always takes forever to get out. ======> You finally get outside and, indeed, you find a package waiting for you! Brimming with glee, you pick it up and bring it back down to your respiteblock. > Unwrap present. It's a black package, standard blackmail package. You are about to tear into it like a wriggler on Perigee's. > Get trolled! Again?! It's like somebody heard you were handing out hugs, and they've known nothing but years of bitter hug famine. > Who cares? Just open the package! Alas, you can't resist the buzzing sound your HUSKTOP makes when you're getting trolled. Heeeheheehee, buzz buzz, buzz buzz buzz!!! You hurry over to your HUSKTOP. =======> ... Oh. It's her. Well, now's as good a time as any to set things straight. > Zebrek: Answer. Show Trollog > Zebrek: Panic! OH CRAP OH CRAP WHAT HAVE YOU DONE. How could you be so stupid of course she doesn't like you back she's just your friend and now you've ruined your friendship forever way to go and oh god why is she taking so long to answer that's it man it's over! > Twinkleberry: Steal package. You decide to play a prank on your custodian by stealing his present and unwrapping it for him. Heheeeheeeheheee. Yoink! > Twinkleberry: Abscond. You make for the other room with the package. > Zebrek: Panic. You already are! Oh God, she's responding. ======> Show Trollog > AC: Update shipping wall. You don't have to! There's only one loud obnoxious troll you would ever consider shipping yourself red with! You do feel bad for poor Zebrek, though. You hope he'll find his ideal matesprit someday. > Zebrek: be depressed. Well that went about as well as could be expected. But you can't help but feel depressed, despite what you told your friend. Even though you never mentioned these doubts to anyone, you really don't feel like most of your friends like you. Sometimes you wish you could get angry, just so you could relate to the- ======> Wait a minute, what was that? It was some kind of strangled cry, coming from the other room. > Investigate. You immediately rush to the other room, shotgun in hand. ======> You see your lusus Twinkleberry, just sitting there on the floor. He looks like he's shaking. Beside him, your blackmail package lies opened. It looks like whatever was inside the package is in front of Twinkleberry, and obscured from your view. ======> Show Lususlog > STRIFE! Suddenly, Twinkleberry jumps at you! Completely taken by surprise, you're only able to raise your arms to protect your face as your lusus tackles you to the ground. Show Lususlog ======> Your lusus is biting and gnawing at your face, as his tiny legs try to hurt you and his wings buzz loudly. He is foaming at the mouth and doesn't appear to be at all like you lusus. As you try to push him off, his teeth managed to tear your arms and face a bit. Show Lususlog ======> You continue to grapple for a bit, as you try to push him off without hurting him, with no success. He's biting at you like a demon possessed. Show Lususlog Suddenly, your shotgun goes off. ======> Blood. So much blood. Whose-? Oh no. ======> Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no. Show Lususlog It appears your shotgun has wounded your lusus. He looks bad. You don't think he's going to make it. ======> He's lying on the floor, bleeding heavily. Your toys all over the floor are getting covered in his blood. Your clothes are soaked too. He's still growling. It looks like he's trying to get up and keep biting at you. How did this happen? Show Lususlog ======> He's... There's nothing you can do for him. He looks like he's in pain. There's only one thing you can do. Show Lususlog ======> You can't bring yourself to do it. Show Lususlog ======> You- you- There's- There's no choice, is there? Show Lususlog ======> You have to do this. He's your friend and he's in pain, and there's nothing else that can be done. > Zebrek: Take devilbeast behind the lawnring maintenance tool storage block and blow its head off. You take Twinkleberry in your arms, trying to make him as comfortable as possible. You barely notice where you're going. Before you know it, you've exited your cave and now you're outside. Nearby, there's a hill with a large tree at the top. You and Twinkleberry play there all the time, it's his favorite place in the world. > Climb hill. You reach the top of the hill and place Twinkleberry on the ground. You... you can't think of anything to say. ======> Show Lususlog > Take aim. You take your shotgun and point it at your wounded lusus. > Close your eyes. You can't watch. > Do it.
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02-02-2011, 07:37 PM
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Feelin' Super!
Join Date: May 2009
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>[S] Leraje: Sleep.
00:03:27 As Leraje slept, the sky lit up. The fires of the meteor were clear in sight, and the clouds began to part. Nothing seemed to be resulting from the nap as the space rock approached. >Seymour: Intervene You don't have time to find the boy, and even then you doubt he could do anything. It is up to you to take matters into your own hands. >Ascend You make your way to land and begin climbing to the topmost part of the Hive. 00:02:01 >Seymour: Do something awesome Wait for it. 00:00:15 Now! SLAM!!! Leaping into the air, the giant Lusus collides into the somewhat more giant space rock. The Meteor briefly begins to stall in the sky upon the impacts, and cracks form across its rocky surface. As its descent slows and it falls to pieces, the countdown is completed. 00:00:00 >[S]Leraje: Enter Upon awakening, you discover that you are apparently not in mortal peril. From outside your HIVE you can hear a soft beating noise happening at a constant interval. The ground Also shakes slight with beat. Examination the outside shows that the sky above your dwelling has become and odd shade of pink. You're hive is suspended upon series of large intertwining wires that appear strongly like veins. Inside the cardiovascular system, red blood is being pumped across. A greasy black sludge is occasionally seen flowing through it though, and this same oily substance also coats certain parts of the ground. Far above the roof of the hive, and indigo light glows. Its pretty far though, that'll take quite a bit of building. ========> |
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02-05-2011, 08:27 AM
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Cinderella
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: Trespassing in the graveyard
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You slip back into your old clothes as you examine where you are. Altogether the place is kind of weird, definitely not what you expected after Caoway's place. You shrug and pick up you pdhand from the ground and prepare to get back in touch with Burgun. >Leraje: Strife! You hear the bounding before it comes...and that is strange. You turn around, your chains pulled from your strife specibus almost immediately and see what you expected...but not what you expected. >Leraje: Drop chain. You drop your weapon uselessly to the ground, your hands shaking in shock. Seymour stands snarling at you on the floor, indigo blood making a mess. His tail shrivled and black, a couple of his legs completely gone, his back badly burnt. Lususlog: AP: Seymour! What happened to you?! Seymour's eyes spoke for him, he wanted to fight. Just like he always did he wanted to fight. He bounded uselessly across the floor, his whole body wreckage, his blood running everywhere as he tried to attack his young ward. He tried to leap for a chomp but missed even without Leraje trying to dodge, Lususlog: AP: Stop it! You're hurt, weak, I can't fight you right now. We need to do something about your wounds. He growled when he said weak, his eyes burning with hate. He was not weak! He was a fighter, a hunter, he was a feared monstrosity and the boy would respect him! He whipped his pathetic excuse for a tail at Leraje and surprisingly it actually hit him, but it just broke open on contact forcing a massive roar as he collapsed to the ground, Lususlog: AP: Seymour... He stared up at the boy, he couldn't fight anymore. He laid his head uselessly on the ground and curled up. He didn't want to be healed, some of these wounds would never seal properly, not with the burns. If he lived past this he would be a useless cripple, and he could not live like that. He would be no one's burden. He was strong...he wanted to die strong. Lususlog: AP: I understand. Leraje moved back to his chains and picked them up off the ground, his hands shaking, and tears rolling down his face. His hands gripped the chains till his hands bled and he finally turned around. One shivering hand raised up for Seymour to see, challenging him. And the beast smiled, rose up one last time and bounded for him. Mouth wide open to chomp his delicious form. Leraje jumped forward and wrapped the chain around his neck, then leapt up for the rafters throwing the chain between the beams and jumped down and all the force he could muster and tugged the chain. Seymour was yanked into the air with a violent snap. And it was over. And Leraje couldn't turn around. He fell off his chain and hit the ground hard, he couldn't move. His hands gripped his hair and he couldn't stop shaking. The tears kept coming. His mind flashed to all the years he'd fought him, that image of invincibility crashing down as his tears dropped to the bloodstained floor. His fingers ripped at his skin, his teeth grit tight, till he was bleeding as well. He was beyond help. >Be someone less traumatized.
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02-06-2011, 01:33 AM
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OMG! WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW?
Join Date: May 2006
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> Be someone less traumatized.
You're now Sharl again, who is only SOMEWHAT traumatized since the disaster which took place also removed him of his biggest headache since his hatching day! For that matter, your conversation with Tergum has netted you a new potential customer! ... Although things are not completely in your favor or in control... > You gotta clean up that awful mess downstairs! Sharl rushed downstairs toward the primary storage room where the clusterfuck of events exploded. Detouring to the janitorial room, you grab a mop, several bottles of bleach and an extra bucket... of which there are several... Laziness and hopelessness overtakes the merchant troll though as the mess left by the lusus is much more than you'd ever be able to clean up... Plus, this is menial work that you always left to that crappy lusus of yours. Now you gotta find another employee... And there is that concern about a METEOR GOING TO DESTROY THE WORLD AND ALL YOUR STUFF! Sharl rushed back upstairs, having readjusted his priorities a bit. > Sharl, there are more messages! You must have missed them while you were trying to clean up! Sharl propped himself up to the computer, adjusting the bucket on his head as he read the messages that have apparently been there for a little while... omnipotentOmnivore > That's horrible...  It certainly is. A big oven like that would have been a very nice sale. That was easily several thousands down the drain...  > Aside from that! Oh, another message just popped up! hazardousPractitioner > ...That's terrible!  "THIS IS A DISASTER!" "This... This should not have happened!" > That's right! Now you're talking!  "I JUST LOST ONE OF MY BEST CUSTOMERS! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME? OUT OF ALL POSSIBLE TROLLS? WHAT DID I EVER DO THAT WAS SO WRONG?" > ... Oh, another message! eloquentOrchestrator > Wow... TRIPLE SEQUENTIAL TRANSACTION FAILURE COMBO... Hey, are you ok there? ... > Say something! How about you start by taking a deep breath? And unclenching your fists? "uUUUUUUURRRRGGGGGGAAAAAGHHHHH!"  "ALDURIN! YOU ARE GOING TO PAY ME BACK FOR EVERYTHING! THE LOSS OF PROFITS! LOSING MY CUSTOMERS! KILLING MY ONLY EMPLOYEE, MY LUSUS!" > But didn't you hated your lusus!? You were so happy when he died! Sharl glared violently as the attempt to add a logical assertion was unappreciated in his raging monologue."HE MAY HAVE BEEN A SHITTY WORKER AND A WORTHLESS LUSUS, BUT HE WAS MINE, DAMNIT! Sharl continued to grumble loudly as he started typing on his grubtop, presumably to message Iropha to cancel the deliveries... > Screw this, I'm out of here. Be someone else... Last edited by Menarker; 02-06-2011 at 01:35 AM. |
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02-08-2011, 05:38 AM
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So Dreamy
Join Date: Apr 2005
Location: Someplace magical
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> Screw this, I'm out of here. Be someone else...
Congratulations! You are now SOMEONE ELSE! > Which troll am I now? The sad one. > ...be more specific. The one who lost a lusus. > Keep going. The one who trolled Sharl to cancel an order. > Er... ...You're Gorrma. > Oh. Okay then. You still sit on the floor, staring blankly at the glowing HUSKTOP SCREEN. You've been like this for some time now. You have no motivation to leave this spot. What's the point? You're completely alone now. This little glowing box is your only lifeline to the outside world. Your only connection to anyone who even knows you exist. >....um, you can still just go outside. You just don't get it, do you? > Whatever. Get trolled by someone. The husktop pings, your Trollian informing you that Sharl is finally responding to your message. You stare blankly at the flashing icon for a moment. It takes you a moment to decide whether to answer it at this point. Should you bother? It won't help anything. Show Trollog Well, as long as he's here, you might as well apologize for wasting his time. You are backing out of your order at the last minute, after all. You offer a weary apology, and eventually the conversation turns to Nommington. Sharl fills you in on the goings-on of your fellow trolls. That's when it hits you. All these deaths. All connected by a single, innocent factor. A game. A game distributed by a friend. These deaths... This wasn't an accident. This was an epidemic. This was murder. Show Trollog Sharl stresses caution, patience. SGRUB still held many secrets-- acting now could prove fatal to everyone. Very well. You'll agree to wait it out until the proper moment. But you need to think about all this. The new possibilities... It's dizzying. You say goodbye to your new ally, promising not to make any move against Aldurin yet. ...But what Sharl doesn't know can't hurt him. > Gorrma: Make him pay No, not yet. You... can't truly believe Aldurin would do this. Why would he harm your lusii? He was your friend! You have to know the truth. Show Trollog He answers almost immediately. Maybe he'll be apologetic and offer you an honest explanation right off the bat? Show Trollog Oh for the love of... Show Trollog Your rage calms ever-so-slightly. He didn't know? So he didn't do this on purpose? Oh, he's still typing. Wait, what did he just say? Show Trollog WHAT?!? Put more thought into what YOU do?!? How could---?!? What did---?!? ...... > Gorrma: Flip the f*ck out. Show Trollog Yeah, he'd BETTER run. Aldurin was dead meat. It was decided. You would take up the mantle of Junior Gourmancer once more. But this time, it was not for personal gain. This time, you were hungry for revenge.
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02-11-2011, 11:37 PM
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Lakitu
Join Date: Feb 2010
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>Let's see how Aldurin is responding to this
You are now past Aldurin, about a hour into the past >Dammit Everything seems to be working out well enough, but you'd prefer that everyone refrains from waiting until they can smell the meteor to escape. At least nobody is flipping out and dying yet. > Do something. You're currently performing a hive-wide equipment check. So far all terminals, lock-down doors, internal security equipment and stairs are working in proper condition. You'd check the outside sensors but you probably don't have time for that and everything nearby is gonna be panicked shitless by the impending doom. > Do something else, this is boring. You just have to check two more terminals and you'll be done, stop whining. > Examine area with terminal.  > What's that blue stuff on the wall? Those are blueprints, idiot. Various designs for weapons and other devices, but mostly weapons. Most of your work is still in concept, though you do have a few physical prototypes. You'll probably do an inventory of your blueprints later, since you might need to build one of these things to help you out. This terminal is working fine, but it's pretty obvious it is since it's basically a monitor, graphics card and a keyboard. You've already checked the core and it's redundant backups of the main clusterhusk where most of the stuff happens. > WHAT THE HELL THIS IS SO BORING JUST CHECK THE FINAL TERMINAL NOW PLEASE!! Dammit you're worse than Nasryl. Fine. You proceed to the final terminal in Herpey's room.  The terminal seems functional. It appears Herpey left it on while it's executing a sanity check on some custom file of his. > Examine posters. This is mostly an inspiration corner for the two of you, often bringing new ideas to mind after staring at if for several minutes. Some of these you've pulled from online, but some others are sketches done by Herpey. Of course being the enigmatic bastard he is, he won't tell you exactly what everything is or where it's from. Regardless these posters always seem to target that part of your soul that yearns destruction, that totally ditches the rules and doesn't give a shit about consequences. > Please do something that relates to what everyone else is doing. No you're still staring at the posters. =======> You're now at one of the main terminals. >Main terminal? It's one of your bigger ones with more functions. Currently you're trying to establish meteor impact sites using a 3D model of Alternia and astronomical data hacked from various observatories. You're not sure of the exact cause of doom, but the meteors are your best bet. You have already identified large crash sites approaching other hives, including miscellaneous meteors that seem to be randomly targeted. > Check for nearby crash points near hive. Odd, nothing. The closest predicted impact is a few hundred miles away. You find this rather disconcerting since all the other player's hives have big ones aimed right for them. > Check long-term meteor tracking database. You quickly bypass a few security measures and check the history for known meteors. > Shit yourself at sight of the discovery. That is totally undignified and you promptly refuse, though you must admit that you were pretty damn close to doing that. All meteors predicted to impact within this time frame don't exist on the long-term records. Rocks that huge should be seen weeks in advance. That's why Herpey didn't like the idea of this game at first. Meteors just don't come out of nowhere, yet these seem to be doing just that. > Anticipate meteor coming out of nowhere. You set the clusterhusk to give an alert when any potential impacts are detected. You now have some free time to monitor progress and think. > Look at the big picture. You proceed to think about just what you have done. You've apparently set into motion a series of events that are leading to Alternia being completely wiped out, killing millions in the process. Whatever they were going to murder each other eventually anyway. >Answer someone Nobody is trolling you right no-wait, one of your internet monitoring programs picked up something. >Examine It appears every fileshare site has a new top download . . . the same top download. Wait, that's your game, how did it get out there? That shouldn't have happened. A closer look indicates that Burgun, one of Caoway's picks for his team, decided it'd be good to spread the game. If the meteors are the actual means of destroying the world then this is an even bigger problem. >Interrogate the Pugilist Show log You swear, nobody has any outward perspective. Unfortunately you can't really dwell on that now, since you need to go back to keeping track of these psychos. You have doubts about their survival skills. You open up a window of the Trollian network and begin monitoring the memos. > Be someone doing something awesome. |
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02-15-2011, 09:50 PM
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Feelin' Super!
Join Date: May 2009
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>Be someone doing something Awesome
There are two players capable of fulfilling this description. As the MAGE OF HEART and SAGE OF WAVES take their points in the LAND OF PAIN AND HEARTSTRINGS and LAND OF TIDE AND ADVENTURE respectively, they begin to encounter some of the more negative ilk that had taken residence in their new lands. From behind Caoway, the sounds of more clutter being thrown around could be heard. The imp had friends. This time 3 CALCIUM IMPS barged in, one weilding a pair of scythes instead of hands and its head sprouting a pair of antennae. The second one had a singular claw and scythe, its face armed with whiskers and very bug like eyes. The third imp's head was shaped much like a spade, and it ended in a razor sharp point. It bore a spearlike diamon on its right hand, and its left was a scythe, its teeth and face resembling Beechie. Upon witnessing the pile of GRIST that Caoway had created from their slain comrade, the trio grew very angry quickly. With shouts, cries, and bared teeth they charged at Caoway with their dangerous appendages ready to strike out against the sage. Leraje also had his own troubles to deal with. Moments after giving Seymour his final request, a loud romping sound could be heard, with what sounded like splashing of liquid. From almost nowhere, the SHALE IMPS spawned, and the mob of five came at Leraje from different directions, each carrying seperate qualities of the Shipping Wall, Strize, and Beechie. The nearest of the small oil-based monstrosities took quite an interest in the slain lusus's corpse. It stumbled along clumbsily as it began to reach an arm out to examine the large lizard carcass. If either were to have their server read up on their GRIST CACHE, they would find these results. CAOWAY: 20 Build Grist, 15 Calcium LERAJE: 200 Build Grist Best get grinding if you plan on passing beyond your first gate. Last edited by Bard The 5th LW; 02-15-2011 at 10:20 PM. |
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02-15-2011, 10:15 PM
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Making it happen.
Join Date: Mar 2004
Location: Someplace. Probably here.
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This was SUPPOSED to be a much smaller post.
> Why don't we see what Burgun's up to.
You're doing okay, for the moment. Just getting a better view for the destruction called down by the game you're about to play. The game that will also ensure your own safety. The game that you, through one Neethe Clodle, have distributed to most of the on-planet trolls in a desperate bid to save as many lives as possible. It's an unseasonably warm Alternian evening, the COMMUNAL HIVESTEMS are being devastated by cosmic bombardment, and the twin moons are barely visible through the smoke, heat, and haze. You have no idea how long it'll take for this game to conclude and return you to safety, even if you are victorious, but it looks like you can say goodbye to your military tenure. You were looking FORWARD to that, it would have been a worthy way to live your life, and when necessary, give it up. Instead you get to play games for wigglers and possibly lose your friends to meteors. If you ever figure out who's responsible for this you're going to find a way to get to them and kick them in the teeth. > Survey damages.  The building behind you has been halfway vaporized. One of the hiveblocks you recognize as your kismesis' former residence has sustained damage from the debris of the other hiveblocks above.  Now REALLY isn't the time to be thinking of that asshole, but you nonetheless allow yourself a smirk as you imagine how he'd be reacting if he knew his home and belongings were being destroyed. He was always very careful to keep his things in good condition... even as he left it all behind. Alright, that's enough of that.  You look up to see that your own hivestem, miraculously, hasn't been so much as grazed. You aren't willing to make any bets on how long that remains true, however. You better head back inside and hook up with Leraje, get this show on the road! > Pester Leraje. Get this show on the road. You return to your kitchen to find that someone else is pestering you already. Didn't this guy's name pop up on that memo you were reading earlier? > Answer this new person, then.  You proceed to have a conversation that we just got through reading. You're certain you've never spoken to anyone so incredibly stupid in your entire life. And what was he doing, hiding his blood color like some insecure wiggler? A troll should be proud of the color of their blood, and show the world that they can do anything, ANYTHING, whatever their place on the hemospectrum! Whatever. That's one kid you could stand to keep your distance from. You suppose if there's one good thing about Sgrub it's that it'll keep you as far away from him as possible. You're pretty certain he was on the "enemy" team, so there's basically no chance you could run into him at any point during your session. ...Okay, now someone else is trolling you. What does THIS guy want? > Answer. Code:
-- pascalsLieutenant [PL] has begun trolling brutalTrifecta [BT] -- PL: It has come to our attention that The Progenitor has been leased to other groups across Alternia. PL: It is possible that they may travel off of Alternia if not stopped. PL: I am disappointed to put it simply. PL: They will have to be terminated individually it seems. No harm will be dealt to you however as long as you cease distribution. PL: This is acceptable, correct. Code:
BT: who theee heeell is this? BT: and what is this PROGEEENITOR thing? areee you talking about SGRUB? BT: you'reee oneee of that creeep teeechnowhatshisfaceee's FRIEEENDS, areeen't you? PL: I am an overseer, that is the simplest way to put it. PL: Yes, the 'game' you know as Sgrub is indeed what I was referring to. PL: Friend would be a very innacurate term as well. PL: Are there any other comments or questions. I will be rather busy soon. Code:
BT: weeell, eeexcuseee meee for INFRINGING on your busy scheeeduleee. BT: if you areeen't his frieeend, theeen why do you CAREEE about sgrub? PL: I suppose it is acceptable. You seem to be moving at a faster rate then most others, so there is time. PL: Well, I am simply not in a position to give the details, but it is important that the equation has as few variables as possible. PL: Several game sessions will not do. BT: yeeeah, weeell if you want meee to stop it, you'reee out of LUCK. BT: beeecauseee first off, SCREEEW YOU. BT: and seeecond, i only gaveee theee gameee to oneee PEEERSON, and SHEEE took careee of theee reeest!!! PL: That seems to explain the surge of sessions. PL: Are you implying she should be on the recieving end of punishment. Oh, no. This guy is serious, isn't he. Code:
PL: You seem quite passionate about it, for sure. BT: heeey, you LEEEAVEEE heeer aloneee!!! BT: i don't careee who you areee, if you touch heeer i'll find you and KICK YOUR ASS!!! BT: beeesideees, it doeeesn't matteeer who you THREEEATEEEN. BT: this STUPID thing is our only tickeeet away from theee meeeteeeors till theee FLEEET arriveees and i'm not leeeaving my frieeends BEEEHIND just beeecauseee theeereee's no SPACEEE on my teeeam!!! PL: You are quite serious about this. PL: I clearly misjudged your meaning earlier. PL: Its not going to be incredibly difficult to remove other sessions, but some recourses will be expended. PL: And you are right in saying one session does detract from hope. PL: Perhaps a compromise can be reached. Please let her be safe. Code:
BT: ...... BT: what kind of COMPROMISEEE? PL: Your friends who will enter with you will go on as planned. PL: Your other friend who you gave the game to will also be able to take those with her that she chooses in a different session. PL: However, it should be made clear that it won't go beyond the two. PL: Tons and tons will be nearly impossible to keep track of. PL: It will be... like a race between the two of your groups. Are there any issues with this. BT: what about theee OTHEEER teeeam? BT: that teeeam ROCKEEET or whateeeveeer, with that assholeee who madeee SGRUB in theee first placeee? PL: That likely won't be a problem. PL: But to be on the safe side, maybe you should join them together. PL: It doesn't have to be now, but if you can convince, or posssibly trick, the first person in your group to join with one on the other team, then the two sessions will be made into a single one. PL: I expect you are up to the task. BT: that's... sixteeen peeeopleee??? Code:
BT: fineee, you know what? fineee. i'll do it. BT: i'll find a way to smash theeeseee two seeesssions togeeetheeer, BT: deeeal with that planeeet-killing idiot lateeer, BT: and you stay theee heeell away from neeetheee. PL: That sounds agreeable. PL: I will place my faith in you. PL: As long as it runs along smoothly, you will likely not hear from me again. And neither will this Neethe. BT: such magnanimity from this mysteeerious beeeneeefactor!!! BT: agreeed. creeep. brutalTrifecta [BT] ceased trolling pascalsLieutenant [PL]. On top of that, it occurs to you that you agreed to let the hope and lives of so many trolls be extinguished, just to save your own hide and that of Neethe. You... you don't feel up to connecting to Leraje right this moment. He can wait a little longer while you slump against the counter and compose yourself. > Be a more composed troll.
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Cinderella
Join Date: Mar 2005
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> Be a more composed troll.
You critically fail at being a more composed troll. You are now the still fairly traumatized Leraje. > Examine the area. You fail to examine the area, you are a terrible wreck of a troll, you'd scratched several deep cuts into your face and for at least a moment you tried to tear your horns off without much success. You faintly caught sight of the imps that had begun to appear about you, but you could care less about any of them. Or you did. Then one of them started inching their way toward the dead salamander and got just a little too close. Then it all went indigo. > Subjugglate. What? Look just because you are a high blood doesn't making you a fucking clown. You have standards. Besides, you don't subjugate people. You crush them. > Leraje: Crush them. The imp near Seymour is suddenly aware of the chain that just wrapped around it's neck. On the other end is you, your eyes staring down, hand gripped on the edge, other arm wrapped in iron links. You yank the chain and the little beast comes flying and meets with a sickening impact against the chained hand. Two of the goons suddenly see you as a threat and come running at you hoping to overwhelm you. You unwrap your arm and toss a chain at each and when you have them. You spin desperately, pulling them off the ground then bring both hands up slamming them against each other. One of the remaining two looks paralyzed while the other tries to take you on. You whip him with both chains knocking him to the ground, and then brutally whip his form till he surrenders his grist and oil. The last one turns to run, but a chain gets it by the leg. It tries to claw away, but you drag it all the way to you and pick it up, staring into it's eyes. So much fear. So much pain. You open your jaws wide, and you take a bite. ========> You pick up all the little items the bastards dropped when they exploded. It kinda ruined a lot of your fun, you didn't get to whip that second to the last guy half as much as you could have if he'd just left a corpse. Still, the fight had brought you back to reality, but you still couldn't bring yourself to leave Seymour's side, not until he was safe. Which of course required you find that damn kernelsprite, which was nowhere to be seen. At least you could get him back though, you would have to thank Caoway for figuring that out later. In the meantime it seemed like Zeb was very much not himself at the time. You decided to check in on him. > Start the dramaz. Code:
absentPsychologist [AP] began trolling spectacularHellion [SH] AP: Zeb? You there? SH: what do you want SH: go away leraje AP: Zeb, you know I can't. I'm worried about you. Look I'm even using proper punctuation. AP: You have my full attention. SH: i dont care! SH: i dont care about what you want to talk about or about the stupid quadrants i hate the quadrants AP: This isn't about the quadrants. Fuck the quadrants dammit. This is about... AP: This is about loss. Seymour is gone. And I think I know why you are so upset as well. SH: shut up! SH: i dont want to talk i hate you and i hate the quadrants and theyre stupid stupid stupid stupid SH: stupid because you tell someone you like them and it turns out they dont like you back because why would anyone like you youre just annoying and it hurts and the quadrants suck SH: what you do is stupid! SH: i hate it hate it hate it hate it!!!!!! AP: That is fine. Zeb, tell me everything. I want to hear everything. I need some clarity, I thought it was just Twinkleberry. But there is something else tearing at you. SH: shut up! SH: i dont want to talk about SH: about SH: him SH: i cant SH: i dont want to talk to you leraje just go away! AP: Zeb. I'll leave. I just...I. AP: Bye. ;_; absentPsychologist [AP] stopped trolling spectacularHellion [SH] Actually you know what screw that. The little bastard is probably as shocked as you are, and he is going to need a swift kick in the horns if he is going to recover, you work your PDHand back onto him and start up, Code:
absentPsychologist [AP] began trolling spectacularHellion [SH] AP: Are you there Zeb? SH: what AP: Tell me what has you so upset. SH: twinkleberry SH: he SH: hes dead SH: he was my best friend SH: and it was my fault AP: Last time when you snapped at me you made it seem like that wasn't all. What else is happening? SH: i told her SH: i told her how i felt SH: and she didnt like me back SH: and it hurts SH: romance sucks Code:
AP: I thought that couldn't be it. AP: The scene is bad Zeb, and I'm sorry. I can't promise you I'll fix it, but I'm going to do whatever I can to help. AP: How did he die? SH: it was a book SH: twinkleberry looked at it and he went SH: crazy Code:
AP: ...it was Scalis wasn't it? He is the only person who would have that kind of literature. SH: yes SH: iropha told me SH: she delivered it SH: im going to kill him AP: I'll be sure to keep him locked up if I see him first. AP: But we're going to have to keep playing. Even if this sucks. I don't think we can reach him the old fashioned way anymore. SH: what? SH: i dont want to play anymore AP: I can understand that, but we are dealing with really weird shit now. If you want to kill him, you are going to have to play. If you don't, he'll just be wherever the fuck I am now. AP: I think the guide calls it the Medium. AP: We have to make him pay. It can't just end. SH: oh SH: ... SH: i guess AP: So, ready to take out some aggression on some Imps? Because these assholes suck in a big way. SH: are they bad guys? AP: Well a couple of them seemed kinda scared. But they tried to deface Seymour. AP: And I'll fucking murder anyone who touches him. SH: oh SH: ok AP: Anyway....try to get. Better, alright? I'm counting on you man. SH: ok So you threw your PDHand up, and waved it goodbye before whipping it apart. You didn't want to do that, but it had to be done. You just hoped it had the right reaction. For now though you crept up to your computer, it was close enough to keep an eye on Seymour until you could get Burgun to cover for you. Where was she anyway? For now though you needed to chill out, this game was really starting to get to you. > Be someone more chilled.
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>Tergum: Open your eyes.
You would love to, really, but that you're far too fucking terrified. So fucking terrified that you can't even hear the buzzing of the green titan's energy blast. So fucking terrified that you can't even feel the ground beneath your feet. So fucking terrified that all you can "see" is a glowing red. And then black. Red. Black. Red. Your eyelids feel heavy as you blink, and it once again turns to black. Wait, what? >Tergum: See your eyes are open. Tentatively, you slowly open your left eye. Red. You tilt your head to the side, slowly coming to terms with the fact that you've finally gone to hell. Still, it's not like you aren't going to have a lot of company... >Tergum: Explore. How? There's no ground beneath your feet, and all that's in front of you is glowing red, and small stretches of orange. If you gave a damn about the Hemospectrum, you'd find it utterly disgusting. You can't even go back; something hard and is pressing against your back. You have nothing to do but sit back and await your inevitable punishment. >Tergum: Stop lying down, you asshat! Lying... down? But that's absurd. You were just on your roof... slowly, as if to humor the voice in your head, move your arms and... prop yourself up? Oh. Huh. Weird. >Tergum: Get your bearings You stand up, and start to look around. Now that you're thinking straight, you can see that the glowing red appears to be mist or fog. The sky, however, is a deep orange. You're still on top of your roof, surprisingly unharmed from your battle with the green behemoth. You reach up and wipe something wet and green from your eyes. You took a beating, and it's been a fucking horrible day, but come on, Tergum. You don't have time to cry. You need to make sure your friends are safe. ==> You traverse the countless stairs back down to the ground floor, pause to let Ballaa know that you're safe, and exit your hive. Which is now apparently trapped on top of a giant spire. Fuck. There are a handful of paths around you, but they all seem to end rather abruptly. It's more than a little unnerving, here in the LAND OF THORNS AND FURY ==> You have no idea how in the hell you're going to get down. You have the nagging feeling that you really should have read Derpah's stupid manual at some point. ... Nah. On that subject, you're going to need to have some polite conversation with Mister Derpah the next time you see him. A little warning that the game would cause Strize to be killed would have been fucking fantastic. And then that stupid glowy thing ate him! Adding insult to accidentally impaling yourself on your own scythe. And then... it ate your book. The two of you had worked so hard on it... You suppose it's your own damn fault for telling him that you wanted closure. Nothing more close-y than half a sweeps worth of work being destroyed. You had almost finished it, you were going to give it to him as a gesture of goodwill, maybe hoping that the two of you could at least be friends again... but now... Fuck. You aren't even sure what you're feeling right now. There's a numbness, but deep down, burning beneath that, you feel.. you feel... >Tergum: RaGe. No. Not that. Not yet. Instead, you feel certainty. The certainty that it was his goddamn fault. The certainty that you lost your guardian, you lost your work, and you lost your hope of regaining your friendship with Scalis because of Derpah and his stupid fucking game. The certainty that if you see that gluttonous sphere again, you're going to beat it to death with Aldurin's corpse. No. You can't kill him. Yet. You can kill him after you've won the game. After you're certain you're all going to survive. You have to wait to make sure that he feels the swift kick of Justice stomping his bulge into dust. You have to FUCKING WAIT. AND NOW YOU FEEL IT. YOU'RE STARTING TO FINALLY FEEL >Tergum: RaGe? Tergum cannot RaGe because he is too busy being the Obsidian Imp and sneaking up on himself. >What. Bitch, did I stutter? Now type "Seconds in the past..." Seconds in the past...? No, with the >, you utter cock. >Seconds in the past... But not many. Was that so hard? >Asshole. Fuck you too. ANYWAY. Your name is... well, you aren't really sure. Technically, you don't have a name, but your friends call you JOE. Well, they did, before they all met with AN UNFORTUNATE ACCIDENT. You are an OBSIDIAN IMP, one of many cloned to serve DERSE. Up until recently, that mostly involved GOOFING AROUND WITH YOUR FELLOW IMPS, playing card games, and avoiding any assignments from THE ARCHAGENT. Everything was well and good, but within the last hour, things took an unfortunate TURN FOR THE FUCKING WEIRD. It all started when your head suddenly changed shape during one of your many POKER GAMES. Out of fucking nowhere, your head was suddenly shaped like a heart, to the general astonishment of yourself and your friends. When your best friend, Bob pointed out that this technically raised you from having a Royal Straight Flush to a Royal Straight Flush And A Pair, winning the game, you were happy. So happy, that you immediately gave him a hug. Unfortunately, that was when your hands turned to scythes, and your best friend was suddenly just a pile of OBSIDIAN GRIST. The others three tried to kill you after that. What you did... what you had to do... was merely self defense. You had no choice but to kill them all. And then, as you mourned, you started to fucking sparkle.  All you really want to do is die. But you have orders. You are to meet The Reaper. And you are to kill him. >Joe: Watch target. There he is right now. Looking around like a dumbass, tear stains on his cheeks. You should attack him. Right now. But all you want is a hug. You want to be loved. It looks like The Reaper feels the same way that you do. Poor kid. You pity him, and then you start to pity yourself for being in the same boat. He's sympathetic. You're just... pathetic. Look at him there, just shaking. You know what to do. Joe: Do this You're making this happen. You walk up to him, hoping he isn't put off by your luminescence, wrap your arms around him (VERY CAREFULLY. No more accidents!), and kiss his chin. It just seems logical. Tergum: RaGe! WHAT IS THIS. THIS... GLITTERY THING THINKS IT CAN JUST WALK UP TO YOU AND MOLEST YOU WHEN YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF BROODING?? STRIZE WOULD HAVE WANTED YOU TO TURN REBUFF IT GENTLY. UNLIKE YOURSELF, HE NEVER REALLY CARED MUCH FOR VIOLENCE. UNFORTUNATELY, STRIZE IS DEAD. ==> YOU PULL THE BALLPOINT PEN-ETRATOR FROM YOUR POCKET. IT SEEMED A LOGICAL PLACE TO PUT IT WHEN YOU WOKE UP, BUT NOW IT SEEMS SUPERFLUOUS. YOU WOULDN'T HAVE HAD ANY TROUBLE RETRIEVING IT FROM YOUR RAGE MODUS. DAMN THING COULDN'T HELP AGAINST THE TITAN. DAMN THING COULDN'T HELP STRIZE. DAMN THING COULDN'T EVEN HELP PROTECT IT'S WORK. BUT THERE IS ONE THING IT CAN STILL DO. >Tergum: ^^ake. Hi^^. B|_eed. You'd never really noticed before. In all honesty, despite your constant threats, and the fact that you fancied yourself a badass, you rarely engaged in combat. And you never tried to actually kill before. But now you've discovered something quite... interesting. ==> >Tergum: Be someone else while you calm down. Last edited by Token; 02-17-2011 at 01:16 AM. |
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My apologies for my delay.
I see. Well, that's not a problem. Would you mind terribly if I asked you what went wrong? You seem rather... distraught.
Actually, I might have a little insight about this... >_>
Apparently everyone who had dead lususes had started installing the game or had installed it. And the results came shortly after. And apparently the meteors are part of it.
Can I just interject for a moment?
We should probably check out the memos. 
I might have some useful goods which might help you.
Alright. I will be willing to proceed with the cancellations if you truly feel that way. However, may perhaps ask about your given situation? There might be some way I could provide assistance.
Really? I didn't hear anything about that. I would be interested to hear about that. 
But what is the real issue then?
And if you need any other assistance, I'll offer whatever I can. ^^
I'll be sure to pass it on.
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